I'm stuck at home with a huge pile of past year papers,
my pen, pencil, eraser, ruler, correction tape, calculator,
and a brain that's not working that well anymore,
on a sunny Saturday afternoon.


This is one of times I wish I had something to munch on.


Everyone knows that this EOY's papers are purposely made difficult,
and we'll be damn traumatized when we get our papers back,
but we'll never get this shit at the O's.

But it still doesn't feel good to have an ugly report card.



STUDY HARD!
It's such a pain in the left side.


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